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plotwise, probably around the time they get into their respective occupations? unless you think it would be beneficial to the roleplay to include some of the childhood.
and then characters, i suppose. do you want to actually make a sheet or just go with the preconceived notions of each of them?
and then characters, i suppose. do you want to actually make a sheet or just go with the preconceived notions of each of them?
Hmm Probably start with just everyday life for the two of them? Then go into more backstory as it comes along?As for characters, probably just personality types and and a visual aide?
Also I'd like to play life if that's okay?
Yeah, that's good! I was hoping I could play death anyway lol.
Panpir (Life)
Appears 32 years old
They/Them pronouns
Calm, mild mannered, organized, pacifist.
Do you mind if I make an image suggestion? Or do you have something in mind for death?
Yeah that would be helpful! I was in the process, but ended up getting distracted/busy.
(edit: sorry there was a formatting issue but it should be fixed now)
Azrael (Death)
Appears forty-two
He/Him pronouns
Vicious, unforgiving, chaotic
Appears forty-two
He/Him pronouns
Vicious, unforgiving, chaotic
okay! so, ready to start?
((A little long just to get the ball rolling))Panpir was running through the woods, the trees bending and shifting out of their way, clearing a path. Their bare feet hit the soft earth as they looked over their shoulder to the ominous silhouette following just behind them. In their attempt to look, they lose their footing and fall forward to the ground. Scrambling to get to their feet only to turn around just in time to see a pale hand reaching toward their face, a sharp tone stinging through their ears.
Panpir shoots up in bed in a cold sweat, their hand slamming on the snooze button of their alarm clock. They ran their hand through their short black hair and took a few deep breaths. Every night, they have the same nightmare, and every night, it seems like the figure gets that much closer. They take one more deep breath and throw the covers off to slip out of bed to start the day, shaking off the ominous feeling.
Azrael never let himself sleep. He was always working, always plotting, always something. He had a business to run and souls to corrupt - and he loved it. There was nothing like spreading pain and uncertainty to him. There was a certain feeling that passed over him, one that appeared to be as human as he could get. He spent his days and nights in his desk, deathly focused on whatever he had at hand. He was a nightmare to his employees, the few that he allowed close to him at least. From there, it was all delegation. People had stopped questioning him. It was truly an empire ruled by fear and isolation.
Panpir stepped out of the shower, shaking the excess water from their hair, putting on a loose white tank top and tucking into a pair of brown slacks before starting their coffee before watering their plants. They lean forward at a particularly unwell colocasia, frowning at a brown spot on it large leaf. Gently stroking the leaf, Panpir's eyes lightly flicker a light blue as they breathe a fleck of life back into the plant. Smiling slightly at the healed plant, they mentally reprimand themselves. Such a small amount of power should be undetectable as long as nobody was actively searching for them. Anymore than that would have lit up the grid like a Christmas tree. They needed to be less reckless about things like that. They shake their head, grab their coffee, and head for the door.
Azrael glanced at the clock, noticing the time. Time to make his rounds. He got up and walked around the office cuticles, his posture deadly. Many made eye contact with him and found that they were full of self doubt afterwards. He was used to people quitting after the experience. The room oozed fear as he looked around, nodding to his second hand man. He knew that they could handle the job. So, Azrael left the building, deciding he might as well indulge. He went to a small corner cafe that was mostly deserted and ordered a black coffee and croissant. This was his favorite part of the morning. He had a small amount of time allotted just for himself. He knew it was selfish, knowing that others were working for him, perhaps even needing him, but that upped the appeal.
Panpir walked down the street in their quiet neighborhood, giving the neighbors a wave, which was returned with a kind smile or wave. They unlocked the door to their little flower shop, flipping the sign to open and opening the curtains. The little shop flooded with light, the shop glowing with plants of every color. Panpir took a deep breath and smiled wide, throwing on their brown apron and heading toward the back.
Azrael walked back to his office, glowering at whoever deemed to give him a look. He ate his croissant quickly with no appreciation for its flavor. He made his way back through his office, sipping on the coffee. He enjoyed the bitterness. He enjoyed how there was a smidge too much water from that particular cafe. His office was messy, things tossed about. He kept dark covers over an office with so many windows, that any other corporate guru would have killed for. Everything about him screamed dark.
Walking into the back room of the little flower shop, there was a young man with messy red curls and freckles scattered across his face, arranging a vase of white and yellow flowers while a random news channel played in the background on a small TV. The young man looks up at Panpir with a lazy smile as he finishes his arrangement. "Hey Pani! You're finally awake." Panpir smiles and walks over to their adopted son, tousling his already messy mop of ginger curls. "You could've woken me up, ya know." Jack chuckled. "Nah, its fine. I had a few thing I wanted to do in the shop so I decided to come in early before opening. Plus you never sleep through you alarm so I figured you'd be alright." Panpir just chuckles and sips their coffee turning to watch the news.
((sorry. i missed the notif))
His phone rang just as he was walking through the doors. "What is it?" he snapped, annoyed already. "There's nothing anyone else can do about it?" Azrael growled. And so he set off on his second, and arguably more important, job. He kept track of souls, transporting them when needed. What happened from there was on their end, largely depending on their beliefs. For some reason, there had been a large influx of death in the areas, and there was such an overflow in souls that he had been requested by one of his helpers to help control it. This is insane, he thought as he reappeared at the Border of Life and Death. He crossed over without a second thought, appalled at what he saw.
His phone rang just as he was walking through the doors. "What is it?" he snapped, annoyed already. "There's nothing anyone else can do about it?" Azrael growled. And so he set off on his second, and arguably more important, job. He kept track of souls, transporting them when needed. What happened from there was on their end, largely depending on their beliefs. For some reason, there had been a large influx of death in the areas, and there was such an overflow in souls that he had been requested by one of his helpers to help control it. This is insane, he thought as he reappeared at the Border of Life and Death. He crossed over without a second thought, appalled at what he saw.
Panpir felt the chill down their spine before they saw the tragedy on the small screen, the color leaving their face. Jack turned and frowned at the television a walked over switching the small display off. "Okayyy! I think that's enough news for this morning." He said giving his parent a sad smile. "You okay, Pani?" Panpir forced a weak smile in return and gave a small nod. "Yeah, I just haven't had breakfast is all. Would mind taking care of the front desk while I find myself something to eat?" Jack nods and heads to the front. "Take your time, I got it covered." As soon as Jack was out of the room Panpir's false smile disappears and they head out the back door, leaving the remainder of their coffee behind.
Azrael sighed, pissed off at the situation that was left in his hands. Of course, even when you're unlikeable, people still turn to you. There had been a huge incident of sorts, causing many souls to cross over at an unprecedented rate. He began moving people carelessly, caring more about his day than their time in eternity.
